Coyote (feat. Joni Mitchell) [Concert Version]-The Band

[00:04.14]No regrets Coyote [00:43.10]We just come from such different sets of circumstance [00:46.16]I'm up all night in the studios [00:47.76]And you're up early on your ranch [00:51.96]You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail [00:54.31]While the sun is ascending [00:56.71]And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel [01:00.16]There's no comprehending [01:02.97]Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes [01:07.48]And the lips you can get [01:09.12]And still feel so alone [01:11.67]And still feel related [01:14.82]Like stations in some relay [01:17.28]You're not a hit and run driver no no [01:21.17]Racing away [01:23.42]You just picked up a hitcher [01:25.71]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway [01:29.60]We saw a farmhouse burning down [01:42.82]In the middle of nowhere [01:45.33]In the middle of the night [01:46.62]And we rolled right past that tragedy [01:49.28]Till we pulled into some road house lights [01:52.44]Where a local band was playing [01:54.94]Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor [01:58.87]And the next thing I know [02:00.82]That coyote's at my door [02:03.87]He pins me in a corner and he won't take no [02:06.78]He drags me out on the dance floor [02:09.77]And we're dancing close and slow [02:12.91]Now he's got a woman at home [02:15.20]He's got another woman down the hall [02:17.55]He seems to want me anyway [02:18.90]Why'd you have to get so drunk [02:21.81]And lead me on that way? [02:24.36]You just picked up a hitcher [02:27.11]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway [02:31.25]I looked a coyote right in the face [02:44.79]On the road to Baljennie near my old home town [02:47.86]He went running through the whisker wheat [02:51.06]Chasing some prize down [02:53.86]And a hawk was playing with him [02:56.25]Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes [02:59.80]He had those same eyes just like yours [03:04.66]Under your dark glasses [03:07.55]Privately probing the public rooms [03:08.91]And peeking through keyholes in numbered doors [03:11.41]Where the players lick their wounds [03:14.36]And take their temporary lovers [03:16.86]And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play [03:22.02]No regrets Coyote [03:23.52]I just get off up aways [03:25.97]You just picked up a hitcher [03:28.32]A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway [03:32.31]Coyote's in the coffee shop [03:45.26]He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs [03:50.15]He picks up my scent on his fingers [03:51.76]While he's watching the waitresses' legs [03:54.91]He's too far from the Bay of Funday [03:57.86]From appaloosas and eagles and tides [04:00.95]And the air conditioned cubicles [04:04.16]And the carbon ribbon rides [04:06.95]Are spelling it out so clear [04:09.41]Either he's going to have to stand and fight [04:12.12]Or take off out of here [04:14.87]I tried to run away myself [04:17.72]To run away and wrestle with my ego [04:22.78]And with this flame [04:27.48]You put here in this Eskimo [04:30.13]In this hitcher [04:31.63]In this prisoner [04:35.23]Of the fine white lines [04:38.24]Of the white lines on the free free way